Gemotions

The invitation sat on his desk, mocking him. He almost didn't open it. The tenth-year reunion. *Emily*. The name, once a sweet whisper, now resonated with a dizzying mix of hope and anxiety. He remembered her laugh, her intelligence, her everything.

He found himself lost in a haze of nostalgia, replaying their shared moments in his head. The way she’d looked at him during the senior prom, the way she'd let him hold her hand. A warmth bloomed in his chest.

The closer the date got, the more restless he became. He started exercising, trying to get in shape. He wanted to look his best, to make a good impression. The idea of seeing her, of possibly… re-igniting their past, was both terrifying and exhilarating.